Last night I dreamed that I was interviewing Heather Armstrong but I was in the hospital and couldn’t leave, so she came to my room so we could do the interview there. Chris came, too, for moral support, but she got in my hospital bed and wouldn’t get out and then she was telling jokes about not wearing underwear and Heather couldn’t stop laughing long enough to answer questions, which was fine because I didn’t have any questions for her anyway.
Then we were all riding around Austin in a taxi and I was trying to get Heather to tell me what percentage of the time she felt like she was a good parent (60%? 75%? 18%?) and Jon Armstrong was driving the cab, very badly, and every time he rounded a corner, Chris went flying through the air over our heads.
And I woke up and thought, Shit all I have to write about is how Chris doesn’t wear underwear.
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Reading this made me laugh even harder than when you told me.
By chris on 04.09.09 8:24 am | Permalink
Also, I hope I wasn’t wearing a skirt.
Susan says: JEANS. You were wearing jeans. Thank god.
Although I was wearing a hospital gown, and possibly nothing else. WTH?
By chris on 04.09.09 8:25 am | Permalink
This is so funny and also bizarre b/c I just met Heather Armstrong for the first time last night and it was IN AUSTIN!! I won’t disclose whether I was wearing any underwear b/c that would be weird. But anyway, she was absolutely delightful. And I loved her most fantabulous southern accent.
By Jennifer txmomof3 on 04.09.09 12:43 pm | Permalink
I don’t know how to interpret dreams, but someone should take that one on.
And chest pains? Are you really having chest pains? Because now I am worried. I prescribe a margarita. (Ok, two.) And if they don’t go away, GET THEE to a doctor. (Really!)
By Sue @ My Party of 6 on 04.10.09 8:21 am | Permalink
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